wash/ct

wash/ct
bassically a revamped verson from the one on my blog
there are,,,,,,,,,,,,, smooches

Submitted:Jan 17, 2013
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After a rough training session, Wash insisted that Connie should
come hang out and relax with him, he had something to show her.

She was tired and sore from the session, but reluctantly
agrees.

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"No seriously why do you need one of these, there's four of
them in thecafeteria, Wash,"Conniesaid, eyeing the box
thatWashingtonwas holding. She was holding a couple of mugs with
cats on them. "Do you really insist on making some "homie
touches" to your new room?" She made awkward air quotesas she
spoke. The mugs were difficult to maneuver her fingers
around.Washington chuckled.

He brought the box into his room, flicking the light on and
setting the box on his desk with a thump. He opened it quickly
and held the coffee maker with caution, it'd took him weeks to
get a hold of one and he wasn't taking any chances.Connie looked
at the pot with pity, she was never too fond of coffee or tea, so
she never bothered to figure out how to use a coffee maker.
Washington knew this, and thought it was odd, but he insisted on
showing it to her anyways, maybe he could get her to have a cup
too.

He looked around the room briefly.

"I don't even know where to put it."

Connie placed the mugs on his desk before she walked
around Washington's room, it was small, but without any
personalbelongings the room seemed lacking and empty. The new
sleeping quarters that the freelancers were assigned to on the
Mother of Invention included a bed with a storage compartment
underneath it, a desk, and a bathroom.

"You could put it in the bathroom." She
suggested.

"Hell no."

"Why not?"

"It's a bathroom!"

"Whats wrong with that?"

"Well you, you know! You like, youusethe
bathroom!"

"Where else are you going to put it
then?"

"Not the bathroom!"

They argued about where Washington was going to put
his new coffee maker. Connie tried convincing him to just put it
in the bathroom, 'cause filling it would be efficient and easier
if it were there, but when Washington refused, Connie then
insisted that his desk was another good place because it was
beside his bed, easy to get to, Washington argued that if the
coffee maker spilled over it'd ruin his paperwork. He didn't have
many options to choose from, so he decided to just put it on the
floor beside his bed, if he was careful about the way he got off
the bed, it was the perfect spot.

"You're so childish Wash."

He huffed at that.

His room felt better with the coffee maker, it felt
more like his own.

Washingtonlaiddown on his bed, his legs hanging off
of it. Connie did the same.

The bed was much comfier than the bed they had in the
military.

And it was quieter here. They laidin silence for
several minutes. They could hear the steady breathing coming from
each other, it was comforting. it was just the two of them for
once, and it was nice. They didn't have to talk, they didn't have
to do anything, it was just them. That was his favorite thing
about her, he was comfortable with her, and she was comfortable
with him. They were together and he couldn'tbe
happier.

After a while of silence Wash wondered if Connie
dozed off.

"Do you want some tea?" He asked
softly.

"…I thought it was a coffeemaker." she said
hesitantly.

"Well it can make tea too."

There was a pause.

"Don't like tea." She mumbled.

"You should try this kind Connie, I think you'd like
it." He said with a tinge of excitement, finally Wash found
something she'd like, he was so confident that he'd bet his cat
mugs that she'd like it. It was a sweet tea, it had a slight
floral taste to it, but it wasn't overwhelming.

Hegrabbed a small green box from under his pillow and
then he lied back down. The box smelled sweet, and he grinned as
he passed it to her. "It smells good" he beamed.

She didn't answer.

Washington turned to look at her.

Connie was asleep, facing the ceiling and breathing
softly, her dark hair slightly in her face. She looked so
delicate, like she'd break if he wasn't careful. Admiring her
features, the slight curve of her eyelashes, her smooth skin, her
soft lips, he sighed, she really was gorgeous. It was rare to see
Connie so relaxed and calm, it was moments like these when he
tried his best to remember every single detail.

He put the box on the other side of the bed before he
leaned closer to her, his body propped up with one elbow, and
brushed her hair out of her face, her eyes fluttered open at the
touch.

He couldn't help but feel his chest tighten as she
looked at him with those pretty brown eyes. Her eyes wrinkled,
and he knew she didn't like it, but Wash adored them. He knew
that she didn'tsee a lot of things about her the way he did. Each
imperfection just made her more human, more lovable and
admirable. She wasn't perfect, and that's what he loved about
her.

"You're really pretty Connie." He murmured as he
cupped the left side of her face.

She laughed at the sudden comment and raised her hand
to stroke his blonde hair. She smiled, and kissed him gently. She
loved the way he said her name, she loved the way he looked at
her, she loved the taste of his lips. She loved Wash, every part
of him.

When they pulled away, he chuckled and leaned down to
kiss her again. He made sure to be careful, like she'd disappear
if he wasn't. He knew that she was strong and he knew that she
was sure of herself, but every now and then he knew that she
needed someone to care about her and comfort her. He was more
willing than to do so.

Each kiss was longer and deeper than the last. They'd
bump foreheads and noses, and laugh it off, they felt no need to
be embarrassed with each other, it'd just be a nuisance if they
were. She wrapped her arms around Wash to bring him closer, and
when she did, he complied, he could feel her chest rise with each
breath, brushing against his own. She held unto him with
desperation, afraid that if she didn't he'd leave. Her lips, warm
and sweet, nipped softly on his. He felt close to her as he felt
her breath, warm and soothing.

He pulled away to kiss along her jaw and nipped at her
neck. Wash brushed his lips along her neck and could feel her
pulse quickening he smiled as he kissed her warm skin. She held
her breath as he did. She was vulnerable and he couldn't help the
urge to protect her, a delicate yet strong person who needed
comfort every now and then. She let out her breath as he bit her
neck softly.

"Wash"

He pulled away to look at her. Connie's face was flushed
and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you." She whispered, her eyes closed and a smile
forming on her face.

"I love you too, Connie."

It was then he realized that wanted to be the one to
protect her, to hold her after a long day.